Can I just say that I love that my son can talk. I love it. I love it so much that I get happy hearing him say things that other parents might get mildly annoyed by. I love it all (well, most of it). I don't take a thing for granted, even the sassy back talk.
Bubs hasn't earned his benjamins. He got a sad face on Monday and another today. I think it's an adjustment to the new reinforcer system plus some minor screw ups at school with the wallet and stuff. So I have been really trying to drive home the fact that no dollars mean no shopping trip on Friday. Even more complicated a concept is the fact that he won't be able to buy anything good with two measly dollars.
I have been asking him all sorts of questions about why he isn't being a good listener. Today's reason was, and I quote "sometimes the projects are too boring". When did my son learn about 'boring'? I am a little disappointed that he doesn't like projects, but I have to agree as a former art teacher that yeah, sometimes their projects are a little lame, but what does he know from that? He hasn't been doing preschool projects for the last thirty years. From what I can remember about teaching preschool art, is that those kids are easily impressed. I remember just putting out containers of red paint elicited squeals of joy. How is it that my boy is so jaded?
So now that we have the concept of boredom down, we should start on obligations. I am going to teach him how to pay the phone bill.
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I too am thankful for my daughter being able to use words.
M recently talks about being bored too. She says, 'I'm death from boring." Hmmmm.....okay.
Yes we love the words and then they come out with all the wrong ones! {I didn't actually write that of course}
Cheers
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